She's an amazing girl, Hannah, and I have more fun with her than anyone on the planet. I would rather be with her than anywhere else...and she with me. We were both reluctant to take a motorcycle trip together, however. She thought it would be hardcore, boring and, oh yeah, totally uncool. I thought it would be a challenge to keep her happy. I mean- there's just not a Nordstrom in every town on the Pacific Northwestern shoreline. More seriously, we didn't have the luxury of 200-mile days. We had to clock some long hours if we wanted to stay on the (totally-worth-it) scenic route. But then again, part of us both wanted to do it. My ever-worldly Hannah because she'd just gotten out of school and wanted a way out of town, and me because I knew if I could make it comfortable for her, she would have a most fantastic memory to tell her grandkiddies about. And, of course, I had the perfect passenger's bike awaiting recovery in Seattle (I'd had to leave it there temporarily on the way back from an adventure in Alaska. See our Summer issue of Motorcycle Escape, on sale now). If Hannah was going to belly-up to the pillion seat, I knew there might not be a better opportunity.